Rook on the Book
Rooked at gunpoint at a quarter to eight
Booked the assailant at half past ten
Send the lady out to scream again
He thumbed his hat, itched his nose
While a stunned passerby tripped unintentionally
He and the bloke are arrested conventionally
Shouting, “I didn’t!” through the night
Pouting in the back seat, sent to the guillotine
Entrapment makes him wish for a time machine
Stepping out, he’s placed by another bloke
The lady point’s right past them both
The third is guilty she says under oath
The constable says, “Let those two go.”
The women blushes at the gaffe
While the men nervously belly laugh
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 19, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.